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10/26/2012

Howloween Blog Hop

I will be emailing all winners shortly. WInners have 7 days to claim their prizes.

Thanks to everyone who stopped by!

Howloween Blog
Hop

Welcome everyone to the Howloween
Blog Hop!

I'm Lee Brazil, author of mm romance for Breathless Press, Silver
Publishing and The Story Orgy!

I've always loved Halloween, even though I'm not
much in to horror, per se.

I do like to be scared, just not grossed out.

I'm offering a choice giveaway of
scary, not gory e-books today to those who choose to participate.

CHOICE 1 – SAINT'S CURSE – A
werewolf story with a twist.

It was another of
those mornings when Luke awoke, washing blood from his hands. He stared into
the cracked sink basin and shuddered as trails of soapy bubbles and pink
washed-out blood swirled down the drain. The blinding light from the single bare
bulb above the small mirror hurt his eyes. He hated his face in that mirror
more than the blood washing through the drain.

His muscles ached,
his jaw clenched. His skin went clammy and a chill wave of cold washed over him.
Luke's guts heaved and he lurched to the side, squeezing his eyes tightly shut.
The churning in his belly intensified and he leaned over the toilet bowl,
gagging and heaving as whatever the hell he'd eaten the night before came back
up. Clutching tight to the bowl as wave after wave of nausea cramped his belly,
he dropped to his knees in the tiny space. The cement floor abraded his bare
knees, but he didn't care.

Shards of gritty
bone and bits of sinew scratched his throat on the way up, and the coppery
scent of blood filled his nostrils. He retched and gagged, flushing the toilet
repeatedly, until acrid stomach bile was all that came up. Sagging, he rested
his head on his crossed arms on the toilet. He craved nothing more than to
sleep right then and there. Despite the weakness and lingering agony the
transformation caused, he had to shower.

Luke dragged
himself upright, leaning against the wall, and he stretched a shaking hand past
the clear plastic shower curtain to turn the hot water on. Dried blood matted
his hair, caked various parts of his body. The acid odor of vomit, mingled with
the coppery scent of blood, made his stomach heave, but it was empty. He had to
shower, and then clean up the bathroom and the rest of the cabin. He'd never
sleep if the smell of blood stayed on him, in the air around him.

Thank you for the hop :) My favorite hmmm~ probably any version of Beast from Beauty and the Beast~ I love those retellings! Ah~ that type of hero always gets to me. *blush* Thank you for the giveaway!

Happy Halloween!! Thank you so much for the awesome hop and giveaway! :) I have so many favorite heros. I cant choose just one though. I really love Diana Palmers heros. :Dshadowluvs2read(at)gmail(dot)com

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955